I am holding on to your words like breaths of air
and it's not right to suffocate myself like this
replaying you like an old tape that skips
broken memories to match the shards of glass inside
on which I've cut myself too many times
lyrics that mean nothing but memories
a beat that makes the pit in my stomach grow
louder than the colours on your bedroom wall
and I can paint with them all.
paint the awkward hugs goodbye
the chance encounters on the street that we were never lucky enough to have
I can paint over the population sign
but you'll always inhabit my mind
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 1:06 AM UTC
I am holding on to your words like breaths of air
and it's not right to suffocate myself like this
replaying you like an old tape that skips
broken memories to match the shards of glass inside
on which I've cut myself too many times
lyrics that mean nothing but memories
a beat that makes the pit in my stomach grow
louder than the colours on your bedroom wall
and I can paint with them all.
paint the awkward hugs goodbye
the chance encounters on the street that we were never lucky enough to have
I can paint over the population sign
but you'll always inhabit my mind
c
